Y’all. My first round proofs from my next book just came in the mail.
If you read here you already know that I wasn’t able to focus on my next memoir because this illustrated book was blocking everything in my head and screaming to be born so I had no choice but to finish it, but it always seemed silly to say that I was spending 12 hours a day for months and months making what was essentially an irreverent coloring book about surviving life. But then today I scattered the pages all over the floor and saw how much I had accomplished. It made me realize that even though it’s felt like I was stalled in my head I was actually accomplishing something real that I’m proud of. And maybe you’ll love it or maybe you’ll hate it (GOD PLEASE LOVE IT) but no matter what, I did something, and sometimes you don’t realized what you’ve done until you’ve thrown it up on the floor. That was poor phrasing but you know what I mean.
And I stood there and said to myself, YOU ARE HERE, JENNY LAWSON.
AND I WAS. So it was fitting. Also, I was drunk when I wrote this. This post, I mean. Not the book. But I was drunk for some of that too.
Thanks for sticking with me through this strange, but much-needed detour. I hope it helps you as much as it helped me.
PS. If you didn’t know I writing an illustrated book and this all seems confusing just click here for the back story.
PPS. It won’t be out for several more months but you can preorder here. Also, a giant thank you to everyone who has pre-ordered because that stuff sort of convinces other bookstores to carry it when it comes out and I’d really like it to see the light of day for people who might need it. But at least it saw the light of my floor after walking me through a depressive period that I was afraid would last longer than I would. And that’s something to celebrate. Sometimes the little things are the big things.